Floophey : Writing

The Photographer

The Photographer

A Poem by Floophey


The feeling of knowing, and realising you cannot stop the fall.
Birds of a Feather

Birds of a Feather

A Poem by Floophey


My loveLook to the roses on the seaThe white petals that cryThe red that bleedLook to the hearts of rosesTurned to birdseedYou are my raven, my heron,..
To love and to lose

To love and to lose

A Story by Floophey


I never meant to hurt you, dear, believe me with all our heart. There are no excuses just this feeling and please know it’s not your fault tha..
Remedies; Bitter & Sweet

Remedies; Bitter & Sweet

A Poem by Floophey


There are bitter sweet remedies For the heart, for the soul and for the mind One Two Three First is for feeling the love and joy of losing yourse..
Friends. Always.

Friends. Always.

A Story by Floophey


I was born to a single mother for the first time. This was twelve years ago. She was a wondrous thing, and so strong. It took an enormous amount on ..
beautiful void of mine

beautiful void of mine

A Poem by Floophey


Leave me again, we shall see who lies in the dirt
You are an artist

You are an artist

A Story by Floophey


I wrote this while missing you, not for the first time.
Unamed

Unamed

A Poem by Floophey


‘You freak of nature Jump off your chair Living the rest without care’ ‘Cleaned up Not many did Their dirty..
The Snail Who Loved Lettuce

The Snail Who Loved Lettuce

A Story by Floophey


A snail journeys through a garden in search of his favorite cuisine; lettuce.